He sits in a little room off the main chamber, the party still going on outside and Sothers’ mouth hot between his legs. He’s whining, arching, moaning - cannot help it as Sothers bobs up and down and up and down and hollows his cheek and twists his tongue and-
“I love you,” he says, ever so helplessly as his hands tangle in the curls of Sothers’ wig, “I love you, I love you. Oh, fuck, I love you.“
Sothers only rumbles in reply, too involved to do anything else-
And, luckily, that is enough for him to come. For his hips to twist off the chair, for his eyes to squeeze helplessly shut, for his own wig to thud to the floor as his head tilts back, for his mouth to open- “Odd’s fish!”
…Ah.
For his mouth to open.
There is a long pause, as Sothers draws back from swallowing, where they both just stare at each other – his head slowly lifting from the chair, Sothers’ fingers gently tapping at his hip…
And then he snorts.
And they’re both helplessly giggling, Sothers nuzzling helpless chuckles into his bare hip as the party tumbles on outside.
UNPROMPTED: Odd's Fish, Charles II/Sothers, R
“I love you,” he says, ever so helplessly as his hands tangle in the curls of Sothers’ wig, “I love you, I love you. Oh, fuck, I love you.“
Sothers only rumbles in reply, too involved to do anything else-
And, luckily, that is enough for him to come. For his hips to twist off the chair, for his eyes to squeeze helplessly shut, for his own wig to thud to the floor as his head tilts back, for his mouth to open- “Odd’s fish!”
…Ah.
For his mouth to open.
There is a long pause, as Sothers draws back from swallowing, where they both just stare at each other – his head slowly lifting from the chair, Sothers’ fingers gently tapping at his hip…
And then he snorts.
And they’re both helplessly giggling, Sothers nuzzling helpless chuckles into his bare hip as the party tumbles on outside.